A Ghostly Encounter?

     I took Yoshi for a short walk after work. On that walk, I saw two Crackles taking a bath in a big puddle on the Southwest corner of 37th and Jefferson. They were having the best time splashing water up into their feathers. I don't know what made me look but there is a house on the Northwest corner of the same intersection that houses a really nice young family of six. There is a mom, dad, 3 young boys and a young girl whom I am pretty sure she starts school in the Fall. When I turned around, she was on the porch watching the same two birds. I like that I, a young girl and two Grackles were all caught up in a moment together. I thought the birds were related or, possibly, a couple but one eventually flew North and the other South. I could see shiny, wet feathers on the one that flew North.

     When I took Yoshi for his evening stroll, I carried him across the Trafficway and we walked through a block of the Roanoke Neighborhood. He gets bored walking the same blocks and so do I and the Roanoke Neighborhood has some gorgeous houses in it which I enjoy looking at while we stroll. In this neighborhood, there is a house that has a tin bucket out in front. The bucket has water in it and is for any dog walking by who needs a drink. Awhile back, Yoshi went to take a drink from it or so I thought. Before I could stop him, he lifted his leg on the bucket and the trajectory of the pee was such that most of it went in the alleged drinking water. Tonight, we saw a little brown bunny sitting in a yard. It didn't move when I talked to it. I reminded it of the owls and cats about but it didn't move and it just laid it's ears back along it's body as I talked to it.  So, thinking it was injured, I picked up Yoshi and walked up to it at which point it hopped away.

     I noticed there were a lot of fireflies about as we finished our walk.

     The Starlings and the bunny were fun to see but, really, can anything top the ghost who asked me for napkins today at work. I might have thought it was Sheila but I don't think Sheila looked like that. There was a woman who came up to me when I was cashing another customer out. She asked me for more napkins and she said she was sitting on the patio but, when I went out there, there was no one sitting out there. Indeed, there was no one in the restaurant who looked like the woman because I walked around looking for her. Even more disturbing, there had been no guest at all shown to a table on the patio at that point in the day I found out. Maybe, ghosts cannot come to this plane of existence in their original form? What was even more disturbing in a way was the void I felt on the patio. I almost felt I was supposed to notice the absence of the person and that the void was a sort of confirmation that, indeed, something otherworldly had been there.